When the Blank walked in, Nyxos gave her a polite nod. He could feel her presence like a sucking void, a black hole in the warp to rival his own supernova of light - a severe discomfort, but as a Grey Knight he was long since used to far worse, and went out of his way to be courteous to her, even if simply to deny her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Drawing his psychic energy in close, as he usually did when he wished to avoid psychic detection, he calmly compressed his power deep into his centre, pulling it as far as possible from the Blank and her draining influence.

It wasn't that he had anything against Blanks personally - he rather liked Anna, truth be told, with her straightforward attitude and not least the fact that her simple presence could weaken or even kill daemons - but they naturally grated on his soul, far more so than a normal person, since he was fully aware of what she was. In fact, his sensitivity to such things was markedly above even his fellow Librarians thanks to his ability with the Flow. He could always feel the currents of the Warp, and as such his Warp-senses were far more acute than the norm. It was both a blessing and a curse - he could often detect subtleties that others would miss, and feel summonings before others, but on the other hand, it made him more vulnerable to large distortions and discharges such as would be caused by an Exterminatus. The last time that had happened, he had only been a system over, and had suddenly collapsed against a wall, white-faced and sweating. He hated feeling such things resounding across the Immaterium, for all he knew that it was necessary.

What he much preferred were the Warp-signatures of those such as the Harlequin. He knew that it bordered on heresy, and would get him killed immediately by some, but he had to admit he liked him. He was the quintessential jester, something Nyxos found amusing in these dark times. And, if he was honest with himself, he'd always had a great deal of respect for the Eldar and their psychic abilities. He would give a lot to have the chance to meet a Farseer, though he knew that it was but an idle dream with almost no chance of fruition.

Sighing internally, he returned his attention to the matter at hand.